Whoever she needs

Hey guys, this is my first fanfic. I've written a few stories on quotev, but I always seem to lose track of them. So I stopped any other things I'm writing, and I'm focusing on this one story. But I want to apologize in advance for late updates. I'll try to keep authors notes to a minimum too. Okay, a short little thing first, I wrote this story because in the Hunger Games Movie, I thought Peeta wasn't reflected by Josh, and then I started thinking how Gale and Katniss would be perfect together, so yeah. This takes place right before catching fire. Yay! Now, onto the story. (This chapter will be short)

As I gazed out the windows of the train, I think about what will happen now that I'm going home. I wonder if Gale has gone to work in the mines yet. I hope not. Maybe I can convince him to take some of our winnings, though I know he is too proud for that. I can always try, I guess. I look to Peeta standing on the other side of me. It broke my heart knowing that he wasn't acting, that he actually loved me. That I wouldn't be able to love him back. I don't have much time to think about this though, because the train lurched to a stop. I can hardly control my excitement to see Prim, Gale, my mom, the rest of the Hawthornes, everyone. I was so excited, I almost forgot that Peeta and I still had to keep up the star-crossed-lovers act. He grabbed my hand, we both plastered on our camera ready smiles, and we hopped off the train.

I am overwhelmed by everyone cheering, cameras flashing, and, well, the huge crowd. It was hard to believe so many people lived in District Twelve. I scanned the mass of people until I saw who I was looking for, Prim blowing me a huge kiss from atop Gale's strong shoulders. I wanted to run to them, but I knew I had to stay on the platform, at least till the cameras were gone. Peeta gently turned my chin to the side, and gave me a gentle kiss. He took my hand, and led my down to the crows, where my family. Gale's family and Gale, of course, were waiting. I lost all control I had when I saw Prim, beautiful, sweet, Prim. The tears started running down me cheeks, and I gave her a huge hug, never wanting to let go. I gave my mom a hug, and thanked her repeatedly for not shutting down again. The Hawthorne family rushed forward, and for a moment I was lost in the arms of overjoyed kids. That is, until I felt someone tap my shoulder. Gale said "When do I get my hug, Catnip?" and, deciding he's waited long enough, he got it. His strong arms around me smelled of leather, and pine. He smelled like home. I have never felt safer than I did right then, but I had to let go as to not raise the suspicions of the presss. It was too loud for any proper welcomes, so I whispered in his ear, "Woods. Right before dinner." He nodded, and Peeta was tugging at me now, pulling me through the crowd. He gave me a hug and murmured "See you later? My mom wants to move in as soon as she can." I nodded, and headed off with my Mom and Prim to our old seam house to move our meagre belongings to the Victors Village.

We dumped the boxes in the hallway upstairs, and my mom headed down to start a feast for when Hazelle and the kids were coming over. I ran out the door in a pair of worn jeans, leather hunting boots, and my father's old jacket. I didn't bother braiding my hair, so it hung loose in the curls from earlier. As usual, Gale was sitting on our rock. His back was turned, so I tried to sneak up on him, but failed as usual. He laughed and said "Have the Hunger Games softened you? You sound like a dancing elephant." Despite the remark about the games, which usually sets me off now, I laughed, and retorted, "Her, at least I was quiet before." He snickered and patted the rock, motioning for me to sit. I plopped down, and we sat, enjoying the fresh air. It wasn't an awkward silence like I had experienced with Peeta on the train, it was welcome and calming. Finally, he sensed something was wrong and asked "Do you wanna talk about it now?" The way he said it, I knew he expected the story sooner or later, so I started with "How much of the games did you see?"